Page 98 of Road to Absolution

I instantly forgot about the ride and found myself thinking, Thank youuuuu, Viola.

“What is that?” asked my hungry husband.

“Oh, this? Just a little wrapping.”

“God. Damn.” Maverick carefully took the novel from my hands and set it on the nightstand. “Lie back. I need to kiss my wife right now.”

I couldn’t help it. My tongue licked the lips that would soon get to taste the man who owned me in every way possible. Lying down, my eyes scoured his thick shoulders and muscular body as he prowled, crawling across the bed. His leather cut felt like it was becoming a part of him now.

“Open your mouth,” he greedily demanded. “If I can’t fuck you, I’m fucking your mouth with mine.”

I had no choice but to open my mouth. He had just stolen my breath.

My eyes shut in anticipation.

I whimpered when his tongue dipped into my mouth, no warning, no gentle kiss first.

Maverick was a guardian angel when it came to my heart and soul, but he was deliciously savage when it came to my body. I had never wanted to be consumed alive as I did that night.

His tongue delved and licked, making me ravenous for the rest of him. I swore to myself that, once able, I would make love to him every chance I could. I would make up for every lusty moment I couldn’t feel his dick pushing inside me.

The more his tongue prodded and possessed, the more my head sunk into the pillow, welcoming his aggression.

Losing patience, he moved to his hands and knees, above me. His growl was as tasty as his kiss. “I don’t like being told I can’t be inside you.”

I was at a loss for air. I was gasping, feeling as wanton as I could possibly be. If it wouldn’t have possibly been dangerous for the baby, I would have spread my legs and begged for him to take me.

Hard.

Breathless, I asked, “What if you just rub the tip against me?”

He was panting, too. “The baby?”

“Doc said I was tired, that’s why she’s being cautious. Nothing—”

He grumbled, “Inside. I know.”

I grinned. “But if they get to touch, isn’t that better than nothing?”

Maverick didn’t say anything, but took the bottom of my nightgown and slowly started to lift it, his fingers grazing my calves, my thighs…

Once my lower half was naked, he spread my legs. “Let me see—Oh, fuck. Lilah, do you have any idea what a beautiful pussy you have?”

I laughed. “No, but I want you to strip.”

When he ignored me and reached to touch my core, my foot swiped at him. “Nope. All your clothes off, but I want the vest on.”

From his knees, he smirked. “Got a thing for bikers, babe?”

“I do now. Strip.”

Maverick, naked, in his cut, had me pooling between my legs. He was so gorgeous I became speechless.

“Your turn. As beautiful as your ‘wrapping’ is, I want to see those breasts and my baby in your belly.”

I let the silk whisp across my nipples as I removed the clothing, hardening them.

Looking back to Maverick, I saw him rubbing his chin, his mouth hanging open, staring at my body. Being so bare and exposed was erotic because I could feel his eyes tracing my every naked curve like a windy storm rolling through.